Quite a lot actually...
..I think probably due to my cousin using me as her very own doll. Her and her friend would dress me in whatever cast offs they had about and do my nails and crimp my hair (it was the 80s) then send me out to parade in front of the adults singing "he's got to be big and strong".

This probably had something to do with me dressing as posh spice for a charity thing in my last year at school, and performing a choreographed dance to Spice Up Your Life. We won too, the teacher awarding the prize looked at me a litlte too much.

Then there was the drunken decision by my friend and I to get dressed in drag while in Ibiza and go to Manusmission...which has the club Trade in the back, so to speak. Quite possibly the gayest club night anywhere. As I walked by a rather butch guy wearing a sailors outfit I said "heelloooo saiilllooorrr" in my campest voice, which I found quite funny. He then proceeded to follow me around most of the night and trying to dance with me...which I didn't find so funny.
(Sat 17th Mar 2007, 20:39, More)

First time
I went to Vietnam a couple of years ago, then went on a boat trip to a little island. Went into a little pub at night and heard a scottish accent, so thought I'd go and introduce myself to my kinsman. After some discussion he asks exactly where I'm from, on reply he says he's got a friend who stays there....who just happens to be one of my best friends and when hearing my nickname it turns out he'd heard of me. Quite the coincidence indeed, travel all the way to vietnam to meet someone who knows of you.
(Fri 9th Feb 2007, 12:59, More)